Story Behind The Book
Based on a True Story - It Happened to My Mother Sometimes a little of what you fancy doesn’t do you any good at all... and meeting the love of your life may just be the worst thing that ever happens to you... But that’s what happened to my mother when she was about my age, twenty-something. In the Eighties she was a bit of a wild child, so when she was offered an all-expenses paid luxury trip to Barcelona, she didn’t hesitate. Even when she found out that her “job” was to act as arm candy for a macho millionaire playboy from Venezuela. My mother thought she was more than a match for any male chauvinist pig, even one who was paying her to be “purely decorative” and who demanded total discretion and total obedience. She thought wrong. And by the time she found out what he was really up to in Barcelona - and what he wanted her to do - it was too late. She’d fallen under his spell. My mother didn’t tell me the story of her relationship with Raoul until I turned twenty-one. I guess by then she thought I was old enough to handle the truth...